Letter Third To Anne Boleyn

Although, my Mistress, it has not pleased you to remember the promise you

made me when I was last with you--that is, to hear good news from you, and

to have an answer to my last letter; yet it seems to me that it belongs to

a true servant (seeing that otherwise he can know nothing) to inquire the

health of his mistress, and to acquit myself of the duty of a true

servant, I send you this letter, beseeching you to apprise me of your

welfare, which I pray to God may continue as long as I desire mine own.

And to cause you yet oftener to remember me, I send you, by the bearer of

this, a buck killed late last night by my own hand, hoping that when you

eat of it you may think of the hunter; and thus, for want of room, I must

end my letter, written by the hand of your servant, who very often wishes

for you instead of your brother.



H. R.